Employee Intervention

Bridgette B called Katrina Colt and Lulu Chu to her house after hours. The moment the two women locked eyes, the air crackled. They sat stiff in the living room while Bridgette tried to talk things out, but the bickering came fast—deadlines missed, files misplaced, blame flying. Bridgette watched. She caught the way Katrina’s stare dipped to Lulu’s mouth, the way Lulu’s cheeks flushed when Katrina leaned closer. Tension hummed between the pair like a live wire. Bridgette cut through their argument. “You want each other. That’s why nothing gets done.” Silence. Then denial—quick, shaky. Bridgette didn’t budge. Slowly the truth cracked through. Katrina’s breathing hitched; Lulu’s gaze fixed on the blonde’s full breasts, barely hidden by her blouse. Heat flooded between them, impossible to hide. Bridgette stood. “Get it out. Right here. Or you’ll poison the office every damn day.” At first the younger women moved like they were underwater—fingers hovering, lips brushing. Clothes loosened by inches. Bridgette’s patience snapped. She stepped in, sliding behind Katrina to cup her heavy tits while urging Lulu onto her knees. The smaller woman parted her thighs without protest, and Bridgette guided Katrina’s hand straight between them. Lulu gasped, slick and tight, while Bridgette’s other hand tugged open her own shirt. She pressed her body close, breath hot against Katrina’s ear, urging both women deeper, faster, until the three of them moved as one hungry tangle on the couch.